The Call

In days long gone God spake unto our sires:
—“Courage! Launch out! A new world build for me!”
Then to the deep they set their ships, and sailed
—And came to land, and prayed that here might be
A realm from pride and despotism free,
A place of peace, the home of liberty.

Lo, in these days, to all good men and true
—God speaks again: “Launch out upon the deep
And win for me a world of righteousness!”
—Can we, free men, at such an hour still sleep?
O God of Freedom, stir us in our night
That we set forth, for justice, truth and right!

In days long gone God spake unto our sires:
“Courage! Launch out! A new world build for me!”
Then to the deep they set their ships, and sailed
And came to land, and prayed that here might be
A realm from pride and despotism free,
A place of peace, the home of liberty.

Lo, in these days, to all good men and true
God speaks again: “Launch out upon the deep
And win for me a world of righteousness!”
Can we, free men, at such an hour still sleep?
O God of Freedom, stir us in our night
That we set forth, for justice, truth and right!
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